Promise 224 | mark

#4

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The music blasted through the speakers, the floor vibrating with every beat of the rhythm. The synchronised stomping on the floor resonated throughout the room.

The group was practicing for their proposed winter album that went through. Despite the fact that they wanted to do it, it still didn't take away the fact that they had to go through tireless trainings for it. Their heartbeats raced with the rhythm, sweat beading down their foreheads.

"Mark! Keep up with the pace, you're slowing down a little," their instructor spoke over the music.

He was beyond exhausted. Every muscle felt worn out, he could barely hold himself up as he slowly felt detached from his body. Yet Mark continued to push himself, focusing on his movements instead of the pain throbbing from every cell in his body.

It was a repetitive process, they finish dancing, feedback is given and they start dancing again. "Alright, I think we are all exhausted. That's all for today! Good job today guys!" The instructor dismissed.

All of them immediately went for their water bottles, gulping down the liquid while sitting down on the floor. "I think I might have died," Donghyuck dramatically spoke. "Oh my, where is my knight in shining armour to save me from my misery."

Donghyuck fell to the floor, his arms crossed in his chest with his eyes closed, waiting for someone to come up to him. Everyone ignored his antics of course. He peeked with one eye, realising that no one was even looking at his direction. He sat back up, exasperated. "Wow, no one cares about me."

The theatrical boy's eyes darted around the practice room, landing on Mark sitted by himself away from the rest as he drank his water. "Markk, come save your princess please," he drawled out.

"Don't be ridiculous dude."
"What this is a serious matter for me."

"Okay Channie I will save you!" Jaemin cooed instead, running up to the boy and squeezing his cheeks. Donghyuck face contorted in disgust, already regretting his actions. He immediately stood up and ran away from Jaemin, towards Mark.

"Okay nevermind I don't need saving I need protection from that....that thing!"
Mark could only roll his eyes, letting out a weak laugh at his members' playfulness. He sat there, steadying his rapidly racing heart.

Donghyuck glanced towards the quiet boy, who looked fine on the surface but he didn't know if he was fine beyond that. All the members had always been worried about him in fact. It must be hard for him, there is no way that he was coping this well all the time. His eyes continued to observe until it landed on the latter's wallet on the couch behind him.